Charlotte Perkins Gilman

I cry at nothing, and cry most of the time.

Of course I don't when John is here, or anybody else, but when I am alone

Nobody will ever believe how they looked. Descriptions aren't any good when it comes to women,

haven't said where it was for fear some self-appointed missionaries, or traders, or land-greedy expansionists, will take it upon themselves to push in. They will not be wanted, I

and in spite of our differences we had a good deal in common. All of us were interested in science.

and I didn't care what it was they talked about, so long as it connected with human life, somehow. There are few things that don't.

There it was, about four miles off, the same town, we concluded, unless, as Jeff ventured, they all had pink houses.

On either side a double row of trees shaded the footpaths; between the trees bushes or vines, all fruit-bearing, now and then seats and little wayside fountains; everywhere flowers.

"If they were only younger," he muttered between his teeth. "What on earth is a fellow to say to a regiment of old Colonels like this?"

The breakfast was not profuse, but sufficient in amount and excellent in quality. We were all too good travelers to object to novelty, and this repast with its new but delicious fruit, its dish of large rich-flavored nuts, and its highly satisfactory little cakes was most agreeable. There was water to drink, and a hot beverage of a most pleasing quality, some preparation like cocoa.

Jeff said Miss Zava—he would put on a title, though they apparently had none—was a darling, that she reminded him of his Aunt Esther at home;